It’s dark.. my brain is on silent as if it were a phone and I could shut it off with a simple flip of a switch. My heart beats slow, for I am calm and resting. My eyes slowly drifting closed in the most peaceful way. Only to be disrupted by none other than, my brain.

It’s dark.. my brain is on silent as if it were a phone and I could shut it off with a simple flip of a switch. 
My heart beats slow, for I am calm and resting. 
My eyes slowly drifting closed in the most peaceful way. 

Only to be disrupted by none o... anxiety stories
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arose97
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Are they me? Are they you? My monsters are me.

It’s dark.. my brain is on silent as if it were a phone and I could shut it off with a simple flip of a switch. My heart beats slow, for I am calm and resting. My eyes slowly drifting closed in the most peaceful way. Only to be disrupted by none other than, my brain.

Yes my brain...The same brain that was briefly on silent, now screaming sirens in my ears. Ringing as if I were in a fire station when the largest call of the decade came through the speakers.

Why? Why when I’m most at peace, my mind begins to whir? Spiraling around the things that could go wrong. Things that have gone wrong. Things you can’t change. But why is change what you crave when you know the past but change for the future sends your chest into that hollow cave of pure dark, The butterflies spiraling from your stomach to your throat .

Never mind that thought. Why do I freeze? As if my words don’t deserve to be spoken. Why does my throat swell shut? Why can’t I breathe?

Why My dreams? Suppose to be glorious worlds of love and happiness, Rays of light, and free of sad thoughts. Only darkness and monsters, Creeping through the shadows, My worst fears.

Are the monsters me? Are they you?

Are they haunting memories of all the things I could’ve changed? Things I should’ve changed. The monsters are all just me, My mind. The same mind that gives me these brilliant thoughts. Me, My own worst enemy.

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